Norman Valentine’s Road to Recovery—You Can Help!

Hewwo, I’m Norman!

On Valentine’s Day, I found myself all alone in a scary parking lot. It was so cold, and I had nowhere to hide from the wind. I was stuck in a tiny, dirty cage with no food, no water, and no way to keep warm. I didn’t feel very good—my teef were all wrong, my jaw hurt, and I was so skinny I barely had any hops left in me. Actually, I was always hungry and dirty, and no hoomans ever told me I was a good bunny. I started to think maybe I was just a bad bunny.

I’ve got some signs that my hoomans from before didn’t care about me—like my teef being in such bad shape that I couldn’t even eat, my fur and skin being all scalded from sitting in my own pee, and a big piece of my ear missing. But I’m not mad. I don’t even think about that anymore. Because now, I have hoomans who love me, and I’m so thankful they found me.

They scooped me up, gave me snuggles and love, and took me to a warm, safe place. I went right to a vet that gave me a full exam.

Now I get alllll the special yummy food, crunchy herbs, and tasty treats to help me gain weight so I’m strong enough for my big surgery. My hooman says I get to eat as much as I want…so I eat all day and more food keeps coming! I also learned something super exciting—using a litter box! Before, I never had a clean place to go, but now I have my own fancy potty spot. My hoomans say I’m a very good boy, and I’m so proud of myself. I also learned that I love watching cartoons, especially Bluey! It makes me do happy flops. And I have my very own special stuffy that I snuggle with when I sleep—it makes me feel extra safe. I picked to share these pictures so you knew I was in good care.

But even with all the love (and snacks!), my teef are still in bad shape. The vet says I need a big surgery to help me eat properly again. My first one (later something called ‘nooter’??) is on March 11th, where they’ll start fixing my teef so I can chew better. It’s a lot for a little bun like me, but I’m being very brave!

The hoomans say vet bills are ‘spensive, but they also say I’m worth it. And you know what? I think they’re right. They say it’s my turn to know the good in hoomans, and that once I get these problems fixed, I’ll be able to just be a happy, worry-free bun. I really, really want that. If you have any extra hooman monies to spare, it would help so much! If not, sharing my story would mean the world to me too.

Nose bops and love,

Norman Valentine